How long has it been? Centuries? Eternity, probably. Every time you look at her you see both Azazel and Loremaster, the two sides of her character smiling, looking down at you, grovelling at her feet. You were broken beneath the finger of the new CEO of Hell. Nothing could bring you back to your throne.
You sleep on an unconfortable matress that you mistress gave you. When she did, you were so grateful to her that she had to order you to stop licking her boots. This morning you hear footsteps, the very distinguished footsteps of the Loremaster. She woke up before you, and you know what it means: punishment time.
You get on your knees and start groveling.
"Please, Loremaster, I am sorry, I have no excuses, I am miserable, forgive me my goddess" you start saying, tears in your eyes.
- Lucy... Lucy... Poor little crownless queen. This is unacceptable. But for once, I'll give you a choice. You get to choose if I punish you, or if someone else does.
This unexpected sentence rings a bell, you don't know what to expect.
"If we want your benevolent goddess to punish you, just choose me, however, someone else is upset by your matinal vacation" she says.
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